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The table of the princes was very lively. Murong Xuanyi and Prince Rui and others were drinking back and forth, one cup after another, showing their heroic spirit.

Song Yanshu's eyes were fixed on Murong Xuanyi, and bitterness was rising in his heart. It was obviously him who stepped into her world first, met her and got to know her. Why was it not him who got married to her?

He raised the wine glass again and again, one glass after another, trying to numb the loss and unwillingness in his heart with alcohol. But every time he swallowed, the bitterness in his heart increased. The guests' laughter and joy became blurred in his ears, as if separated by a thick layer of fog.

He once thought that he had found the light in his life, warm and bright, illuminating his world. But at this moment, the light gradually faded away until it disappeared from his sight, leaving him alone, wandering in the darkness.

Finally, he mustered up his courage, stood up, picked up the wine glass, and slowly walked towards Murong Xuanyi. He had a bitter smile on his face, and his voice was slightly choked: "Xuanyi, this glass, I toast you, I wish you... a happy marriage." He raised his head and drank it all. The spicy liquid burned his throat, but it was not as painful as the pain in his heart.

Prince Rui looked at Song Yanshu with interest and said, "Duke, today is the fifth son's wedding day. Why do you look unhappy? Are you worried about something you shouldn't be worried about?" There was a hint of provocation in Prince Rui's words. His eyes moved between Song Yanshu and Murong Xuanyi, as if he was searching for some secret.

Song Yanshu glanced at Prince Rui indifferently and ignored him.

Murong Xuanyi looked at Song Yanshu, with a complex emotion in his eyes, both sympathy and helplessness. He also drank it all, then patted Song Yanshu on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Yanshu, I hope you can find your ideal person soon."

After hearing this, Song Yanshu felt even more bitter. He held back his tears and said, "I have something else to do. Bye first." He turned around and fled away from this suffocating place.

Qin Zhichu saw all of this, and ripples appeared in her heart.

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Night falls.

Anyang in the new house was taken away by Wei Ruchi, and soon after, Dong Qingqing also left tactfully, leaving the new house in silence with only Yuan Ying left alone.

At this time, Yuxi entered the room with four maids. Her voice was gentle and clear: "Princess, this is the maid that the prince specially asked me to select for you to serve you on a daily basis." After that, she turned to the four maids and carefully instructed: "From today on, the princess's daily life and diet will be taken care of by the four of you. Please do your best."

Yuxi greeted Yuan Ying again: "Princess, if there is any neglect, please tell me."

Yuan Ying smiled slightly, "Thank you, Madam. I'm sorry for your trouble." Then she glanced at the four new maids, and saw that they all had pretty faces and decent manners. They were obviously carefully selected.

Then Yuxi left the room.

Yuan Ying looked at the maids and said, "What are your names? Please introduce yourselves first." As she spoke, she revealed a gentle yet majestic temperament, which made the four maids feel a chill in their hearts, but also gave them a sense of respect.

Four maids stepped forward one by one and bowed, saying, "Your maid Chunlan," "Your maid Xiazhu," "Your maid Qiuju," and "Your maid Dongmei, greetings to the princess." Their voices were clear and pleasant, and their names were like flowers of the four seasons.

Yuan Ying listened to their introductions and nodded secretly in her heart. She smiled slightly and said, "Good names, everyone, get up. From now on, we are a family in this yard. I hope we can get along well."

"Thank you, Princess!" Chun, Xia, Qiu and Dong smiled at each other, secretly feeling lucky to have met such an easy-to-talk princess.

In fact, Yuan Ying didn't need any maids to serve her, and she wasn't the type to get close to people easily. It was better to stay with Wan Qiu. They had been together for a year and they were familiar with each other, but she would eventually get married and couldn't stay with him forever. Therefore, accepting a new partner and adapting to a new environment was also a necessity of life.

At this time, Chunlan stepped forward and suggested gently: "Princess, let the servants help you wash and change clothes."

Yuan Ying shook his head gently and waved his hand: "No need, you guys go out, I will call you if I need anything."

After these words came out, the four of them looked at each other. Although they were puzzled, they also retreated respectfully and thought about it in their hearts.

After Yuan Ying waited for them to leave, she took off her wedding dress. It was too troublesome to put on, but luckily she would only wear it once in her life.

Murong Xuanyi returned to his room after receiving guests in the front hall, just as Yuan Ying was coming out of the bathroom. She was wearing a bright red nightgown, with long black hair falling down naturally, without any decoration, which made her look more elegant and refined. This scene made Murong Xuanyi feel warm, and reminded him of the dream in Zhang County.

He took an involuntary step forward, and couldn't help but hug Yuan Ying tightly in his arms, whispering in her ear: "Yan'er, from now on, you are my princess, my everything." Murong Xuanyi's voice was full of affection.

Yuan Ying hugged him back, smiled gently, and responded softly: "Your Highness Prince Jing, the rest of your life is long, please bear with me!"

Murong Xuanyi felt warm in his heart, bit Yuan Ying's earlobe gently, and said with a low smile: "Prime Minister, please give me your guidance for the rest of my life!"

The two smiled at each other, with tacit understanding and warmth in their eyes.

Murong Xuanyi rested his head against Yuan Ying's forehead, and said with love in his eyes: "Wait for me, I'm going to take a shower first, I smell of alcohol."

"Well, then you go first." Yuan Ying watched Murong Xuanyi enter the bathroom.

The waiting time was not long, Murong Xuanyi soon walked out of the bathroom. He also changed into a red pajamas, and Yuan Ying's eyes were attracted by him, and his heartbeat accelerated.

Murong Xuanyi walked to Yuan Ying and gently held her hand, "Come with me." He took Yuan Ying to a guzheng covered with silk cloth in the bridal chamber.

Yuan Ying didn't notice that there was such a guzheng in the room.

Murong Xuanyi gently lifted the silk cloth, then sat elegantly in front of the guzheng, his fingertips lightly touching the strings, and a melodious melody flowed out. This melody was exactly the "Beautiful Myth" that Yuan Ying had played at the wedding banquet in Zhuang County before.

At this moment, the guzheng's "Beautiful Myth" added a bit of lingering sadness, which made Yuan Ying's eyes brighten and his heart filled with deep emotion and surprise.

Outside the room, Xi Xi was speechless. A night of spring is worth a thousand gold coins, but His Highness stayed up all night to play the piano. Alas!

When the song ended, the lingering sound lingered in the air. Murong Xuanyi turned around, a gentle light flashing in his eyes, and said softly: "You said that love is an eternally beautiful myth. It does not only exist in myths. It also exists between you and me."

Then he picked up the wine on the table and said, "Princess, may we grow old together, holding hands, and stay together forever!"

Yuan Ying's eyes were slightly red, and tears sparkled in the candlelight. She took the wine glass and choked up a little: "Xuan Yi, having you in my life is my greatest luck. May our love be as deep as the sea, fearless of wind and rain, and enjoy the prosperity of the world together."

He kept every word she said in his heart. How could such a man not move her? How could she not love him?

Murong Xuanyi picked up Yuan Ying horizontally and whispered in her ear, "Princess, tonight belongs to us." Then he walked towards the bed.

Murong Xuanyi stroked her hair gently, slowly lowered his head, and kissed her lips. Yuan Ying responded to his kiss passionately, and the atmosphere in the room became more and more heated. As their clothes gradually fell off, their skin touched each other, and their breathing gradually became heavier.

Yuan Ying's face also blushed, her eyes revealing shyness and expectation. She gently pushed Murong Xuanyi: "Go and turn off the lights!"

Seeing her shy look, Murong Xuanyi joked, "Is my princess shy?"

After saying this, he got up from the bed and blew out the gauze lamp beside the bed, leaving only a pair of red candles on both sides, burning quietly, adding a touch of warm and soft light to the quiet room.

"Mammy said that the red candles for the wedding must be kept burning until dawn and cannot be blown out."

He turned back to the bed and slowly let down the red silk curtain embroidered with twin flowers.

The red candle flickered, reflecting the closely intertwined figures of the two people, like a moving painting. Murong Xuanyi's eyes were full of affection and tenderness. He gently embraced Yuan Ying, as if he wanted to integrate her into his own world. His movements were cautious, and every detail revealed his cherishment and care for Yuan Ying...

Yuan Ying frowned slightly, a trace of discomfort flashed across his face. Seeing this, Murong Xuanyi suddenly felt distressed and reluctant. He stared at Yuan Ying's flushed cheeks and had to end the conversation hastily...

After a moment, Yuan Ying raised his eyes, blinked gently, and curved his lips into a smile: "I think you look like someone."

Murong Xuanyi poked her tender cheek with his stubble and asked, "Who?"

Yuan Ying smiled and uttered a few words slowly: "Seven Seconds Young Master."

After saying that, she burst into laughter, her eyes curved into crescent shapes.

Murong Xuanyi was stunned for a moment, then he reacted, his eyes were dangerous, he lowered his body, his breathing became heavy, and he prepared to attack again.

In Prince Jing's mansion, red lanterns were hung high, twinkling like stars. In the main courtyard, big red lanterns bloomed like flames, spreading festive red light in every corner.

The light in the bridal chamber was dim, the curtains swayed gently, and the woman's low moan and the man's heavy breathing could be heard faintly. The rosewood bed was shaking slightly.

As the night deepened, the noise in the bridal chamber never ceased. Yuan Ying also paid the price for his bad mouth just now...